DI-DI-DI-DIARY! (Yeah, let's beatbox!)

God, Seabrow is SO annoying. He swarmed me for the past -what, 5 million hours?- ETERNITY. ABOUT. FREAKING. POWER RANGERS. Like, these stalker-men-double-gendered-beings-in-stripper-cos tumes. So I did what any sane person would do; I threw him into a bag and carried him back home to the Allies. Sweet and simple; You're looking at a genius right here, diary.

But then, I remembered why I didn't visit the Allies too much. When I entered with my Seabrow-in-a-bag, a scone hit me in the face. Yeah, a scone. Not a knife, not a poison, a scone. Trust me, it's worse than you imagine. It was one of Eyebrow's scones. EWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW .

Like, I scrubbed my face fifty times just to get rid of the freakish smell of a dead unicorn -that's what he probably cooks anyways- and I still feel...EWWWWW.

Anyways.

EW. France was naked. America was passed out drunk (LIEKAB022). Russia was in China. Literally. Please, I won't give any details, it was a mind-blowing experience. So yeah, England's face was red and he was trying to murder France. At that point, I just threw the bag with Seabrow in it at those creepy Allies and gave them my best messenger-guy grin. Guess what happened next? I slowly walked out of the room, slowly, slowly, slo- THEN I FREAKING RAN.

After my unintentional marathon, I went back home. Home, sweet home. It was kinda lonely, though, since Norgey had left. He was ALL better, thanks to the greatest doctor in the world. No, none of England's Doctor Who stuff, but ME. MEeEeEe!

Still, it was quiet. No deadly boxing curls -what a shame, all that football gear I borrowed from America went to waste- or freaking purple Play-Doh. (That's what it is, according to America. Like, he's a great guy, you should meet him sometime, great resource for weird things.)

So, update on the events of THE NORDICS;

-I have not idea where Sve is, but Finland returned a few days ago -god, I thought he was pregnant, -but then he told me that he had hid a santa bag under his uniform, whew, big baby- and that Sweden was the dad. He blushed, though. Did I also mention that I'm a great policeman and a detective? BABY-DETECTOR. YEAHHHHH!

-Iceland came back and he went over to Norway's house for snuggle time, whatever that is -hey, I wanted that too...Why didn't Icy invite me?-.

-Of course, Norway is gone. Not at his big bro's house anymore. Nope.

I should visit Norgey tomorrow. I feel bored. No one to talk to. Maybe we can go drinking together? That would be nice...I wonder what Norgey's like when he's drunk? Awesome?

~Mathias Køhler, professional doctor, detective, policeman, and baby-detector. And Power-Ranger-phobic.